"It's no wonder they're like this, Baihe Academy is one of the official academies in Hao County, but all rich families are studying there, and nearly half of the people in the lobby are old Song students."

Gu Ning silently glanced at Song Lao, only to see that the other party's eyes were looking at the second floor intentionally or unintentionally, which was where Miss Yunxuan left.

Gu Ning laughed in his heart: These students are used to being afraid, why don't they want to think about Song Lao, what are you doing in Zuixianglou in the morning?

Looking around, because the big Buddha of Song Lao was there, no one dared to dance a big knife in front of Guan Gong to compose a poem, Gu Ning coughed and prepared to appear.

But I heard Song Lao read a song leisurely.

Song Lao wrote a poem about Fengyue, to the effect that the Qinglou woman waited for her husband to come to redeem herself, and after decades, she was old and yellow, and fell into the streets, but she saw that her husband had already won the fame and put on a crown and clothes, and took his young and beautiful wife to parade the streets.

The girl in the Qinglou and her husband glanced at each other, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and sighed that the world was hot and cold.

Gu Ning was immersed in poetry, and sighed in his heart: It is worthy of being the master of the White Crane Academy, and this poem can be called a masterpiece.

Bang bang bang.

The applause was continuous.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly copied this poem on the poem wall, which Qinglou girl can get this poem, as the poem becomes famous, the reputation of the Qinglou girl will also wear out, and the tide will rise.

The arrival of Song Lao, a great Confucian, was an unexpected joy for Zuixianglou.

Student Zhang Xiaoshan applauded especially hard, praising loudly: "Wonderful, really wonderful, Song Lao's poems describe the living situation of modern Qinglou women, reflecting the shortcomings of contemporary society, from the underestimate of the big, this poem was selected into the "Great Zhou Book of Poetry" is not surprising! ”

Gu Ning's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and his feelings were all about licking! Look at Song Lao again, Song Lao's face is full of spring, and he is extremely useful, after Zhang Xiaoshan, one by one the academy disciples or other scholars have stood up to flatter.

In fact, it can't be said to be flattering, Song Lao's poem itself is wonderful, and there are many praises from everyone.

"Old Song, today's top spot is definitely yours." Zhang Xiaoshan sighed, suddenly remembered something, looked at Song Lao in disbelief, and stammered: "You, you are here..."

"Shut up." Song Lao glared at Zhang Xiaoshan fiercely, Zhang Xiaoshan was at a loss, looked at the people around him, and found that everyone seemed to be smiling, and it was estimated that he had already known Song Lao's intention.

Zhang Xiaoshan wants to cry without tears, today's poems, with the great Confucianism of Song Lao, how can others play?

- "This poem, nothing more than that. ”

Hearing this, Gu Ning, who was about to get up, was choked again, and looked at the speaker in surprise.

Song Lao's poem is not a masterpiece through the ages, but it can be regarded as a masterpiece, and Gu Ning dared to compete with a 'sharp weapon'.

Among the people present, who was full of confidence and spoke so arrogantly?

I saw that Song Lao's face sank, and he looked at the person who spoke out unkindly. Looking at the other academy disciples in the lobby, the scholars were also dumbfounded.

In the poetry of Mao County, who dares to save Song Lao's face?

It was the little foreigner Jerle who spoke.

Jerle laughed, "The old man's poem is nothing more than that, and listen to me!" ”

Learning from the way the reader shook his head, Jer's groaned:

"When my clothes are wet, your clothes are inseparable."

"I wish to be the rain on the mountain, and I am fortunate to have you."

For a moment, the lobby was silent.

Song Lao's face was shocked, and he looked at Jer'er incredulously.

As the so-called connoisseur will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move, this poem is neat and full of artistic conception, and the woman's friendship with her lover is coming.

Delicate and small but without losing the atmosphere, a rare masterpiece! More subtle than the one he just chanted!

"How can this foreigner make such a good poem?"

"Impossible, it must have been copied, ghostwriting!"

"I've never heard of such good poems!"

A group of literati was in an uproar.

And Gu Ning at this time, when he heard this poem, he almost burst into foul language!

How could a foreigner write such good poems in a short period of time! Wait for my clothes to get wet... This poem is from Manyoshu, and its status in Japanese culture is equivalent to the Chinese Book of Poetry!

In other words, this poem is a famous Japanese phrase for the ages.

Gu Ning just wanted to scold Jer's shamelessness, but after thinking about it carefully, his face became strange: it seemed that he was planning to do the same.

"This poem is wonderful, the old man is willing to bow down!"

Song Lao sighed, shook his head and sat back in his seat, and said, "It's worth the trip to hear such masterpieces here." ”

The exclamations in the green building sounded one after another.

After all, Song Lao was a literati and a great Confucian, and he was very happy to admit defeat, and others were also intoxicated by the artistic conception of this poem and couldn't extricate themselves.

"What is this poem called?" Song Lao asked.

Jerry smiled, thought for a while and said, "Jer's gift to Yunxuan girl in the drunken fragrance building." ”

Listening to the name of the poem, everyone booed!

What an ultimate doggy lick! In order to give my sister, the name of the poem was sent out!

The poet boy standing next to the poetry wall copied it, and said with a smile: "If nothing else, today's top prize belongs to Mr. Jer." ”

"Wait."

Gu Ning stood up, "I still have one song here." ”

The crowd looked at him in amazement. In front of Song Lao's "Difficult Things in the Green Building", and behind there is "Gift to Yunxuan Girl in the Drunken Fragrance Building", two masterpieces in front, and then chanting poems is equivalent to offering ugliness!

But anyone who has a little self-knowledge puts away the poems, for fear of being laughed at.

What's going on with this person?

They took a closer look at Gu Ning's dress, especially the somewhat rough face and the scar on his forehead, and suddenly realized: it turned out to be a muscular and brainless martial artist!

In the Great Zhou Empire, the literati despised the martial arts, the martial artists looked down on the literati, and the martial literati looked down on the rich merchants together.

"Brother, I think you still don't come out to be embarrassed, although the poetry wall is big, not all poems can be written! If it's a bad poem, won't it dirty the girls' eyes. ”

A fair-skinned boy said leisurely.

"That's it, how can you surpass my Japanese quintessence Manyoji... Ahem, wrong, beyond the poetry that our brothers have carefully studied for more than ten years? Shi Tan coughed dryly a few times and said righteously.

Gu Ning smiled, "I'm just writing poems, and I never wanted to compete with you." ”

"I see." Everyone's eyes were a little admired, and the martial arts who were not afraid of making a fool and loved poetry were also a little cute.

It's just that everyone's evaluation will not be merciful because of this.

Liu Dao shook his head and said: "Severe criticism is the best spur on the growth of readers, you can listen to it, and I will help you make a slight revision." ”

"That's groaning." Gu Ning said.

"Good." Liu Dao looked like a teacher, gently shaking the folding fan in his hand, Liu Dao thought to himself, there are so many talents present, I finally found someone who is more rubbish than me.

Gu Ning coughed and said loudly:

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, Liu Dao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Song Lao, who was savoring the 'gift to Yunxuan girl', was also stunned, and couldn't help but look up at Gu Ning.

There was a strange atmosphere in the whole lobby, and for some reason, as soon as the first two sentences came out, everyone got goosebumps inexplicably.